Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 470: Venerable Feng's Conscience

The old man's gentle voice slowly rang out above the square. Although he had not used any cultivation skills, he seemed to possess some special magical power, which froze all of Master Feng's cultivation skills at that moment.

The hurricane gradually slowed down, and finally it was like drifting catkins, entangled and dissipated in the air.

At this moment, no one knew what Master Feng was thinking at the moment, and no one would choose to be the first to break the silence before him. Everyone just watched the two figures, one real and one imaginary, silently, maintaining their own respect.

Mu Qingluan, who had returned after evacuating the disciples, was also looking in the direction of the two people with a look of shock on her face, and could hardly believe what she saw and heard.

Having practiced with Master Feng for many years, her master's composure and calmness had long been deeply engraved in her memory. When had she ever seen him show such an inappropriate expression?

Who is the old man who turned into a soul?
Mu Qingluan felt a little confused for a moment, but also a little familiar, and then turned into a complex feeling of doubt.

"I have a feeling that I have seen this old man somewhere before." Mu Qingluan frowned slightly and stared at the old man's face in a trance.

Finally, after both sides were silent for an unknown period of time, Venerable Feng suddenly moved the corners of his mouth.

He took a deep breath and murmured hoarsely, "Old man, how did you become so old?"

"When your state of mind changes, your appearance will naturally change as well." Yao Lao laughed self-deprecatingly. "But you, old fellow, are always dressing up as your younger self. Why? And you refuse to find a Taoist companion."

Hearing the old man's familiar and insidious words, Venerable Feng felt a pang of bitterness in his heart. His hands wiped across his face uncontrollably again and again. He felt that he could not describe his feelings at the moment in words.

It's really him.

It convinced him more than the Bone Spirit Cold Fire, and it made him more certain than the art of alchemy. It was the familiarity and knowledge accumulated over decades of traveling the continent side by side. No other bond could compare to it.

Venerable Feng suddenly burst into laughter, with tears in his eyes, without any attempt to conceal his feelings.

"Qingluan, come here!"

"Yes, yes! Master!"

The sudden loud shout made Mu Qingluan's delicate body tremble. She hurriedly followed carefully, looking at the old man in front of her stiffly.

Although she was a little overwhelmed, she bowed deeply as her master had ordered, and said respectfully, "Disciple Mu Qingluan, greetings to the senior."

"What senior?" Venerable Feng glared at her, pointed at Yao Lao and said sternly, "Look carefully, this is the founder of my Xingyun Pavilion, your uncle, this is our first meeting, why don't you kneel down and kowtow!"

"what?"

Hearing what Master Feng said, Mu Qingluan's mouth immediately opened wide, and she instantly understood the origin of that familiar feeling -

The old man in front of him surprisingly had almost 90% of the same charm as the portrait of the founder hanging in the sect. If it weren't for his slightly weathered appearance at the moment, it would even be like they were carved from the same mold!
The once mythical figure suddenly appeared at this moment. Mu Qingluan felt dizzy and was about to kneel on the ground.

"Qingluan greets Pavilion Master, Uncle Master!"

However, the next moment, an invisible force quietly lifted up the girl's body that was about to kneel to the ground.

"This?" Mu Qingluan raised her head in confusion, only to find that the old man in front of her had used his soul power at some point to slowly lift her up and place her steadily on the ground.

"You old fellow, are you really trying to embarrass me?"

Yao Lao shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and scolded with a smile: "As a master, you made a little girl kneel in public. Aren't you too strict? It's simply pedantic!"

To be fair, Yao Lao would definitely not want his apprentice to kneel and kowtow in such an occasion. Although there is nothing wrong with the process, the girl is thin-skinned and usually pays attention to her image. It is not good to do so in public.
Well, maybe if we change it to a guy with thick skin and tough muscles, we can give it a try.

Now that old friends are reunited, Yao Lao's eyes are filled with smiles, but he can't help but feel a little regretful in his heart. After all, there is still one person missing.
Looking at the girl in front of him, Yao Lao felt something in his heart. He immediately took out a scroll and handed it to her cheerfully: "Come here, Qingluan girl. Master doesn't have any valuable treasures on him right now, so let me use this fighting skill as a gift."

As soon as the crimson fighting scroll appeared, it revealed an invisible aura of terror. The gilded cloud pattern gradually brightened up as the old man took it out, and it was extremely mysterious and extraordinary.

"This..." Mu Qingluan was frightened and said flatteredly: "Uncle Master, this is not acceptable. Please take it back quickly. Master..."

As expected, before the girl finished her words, Venerable Feng's brows suddenly furrowed, and he interrupted, "Old man, it's fine that you didn't let this girl kowtow, but you even took out a scroll earth-level fighting skill to give her as a gift. How can this be considered proper teaching for a disciple?"

"Old Feng, you're so pedantic. You teach your disciples like your own children, and everything is done by the rules. How can your disciples have the ability to think outside the box? You're such a whiz."

Yao Lao sneered disdainfully, then turned his head and looked at Mu Qingluan kindly, saying, "Haha, Qingluan girl, don't listen to his nonsense. Master-uncle told you to take it, so just take it."

"you!"

Venerable Feng was stunned. He had never expected that Yao Lao would be so disrespectful. He immediately said coldly, "Other things are fine with me listening to you, but when it comes to teaching disciples, do you, an old fellow, know better than me?"

"That brat Han Feng, he even pretended to be benevolent and protected your reputation for a few years earlier. Now, he doesn't even bother pretending, and has gone straight to the Black Horn Region to fool around, severing ties with the Xingyun Pavilion. I even suspect he was involved in your disappearance!"

Hearing this, Yao Lao's body paused noticeably. Mu Qingluan beside him was so frightened by her master's stern attitude that she dared not say a word, as if she had not heard the discussion between the two.

"Han Feng." Even though Yao Lao had long since let go of the name, he still felt a tightness in his chest. After a long silence, he sighed softly, "Let's not talk about that evil disciple."

Venerable Feng realized that something was wrong: "That kid, could it be true..."

"senior."

Just when Master Feng was about to get to the bottom of the matter, Hun Ruoruo, who had been a bystander, slowly walked forward.

"Master has more than one disciple. If you disagree with his teachings, Ruoruo is willing to take care of it for you."

After saying this, Hun Ruoruo bowed respectfully, and there was nothing wrong with her attitude and words.

Seeing that the other party had the courage to interrupt their conversation at this moment, Mu Qingluan's eyes lit up slightly. She hid behind Yao Lao and stared at the beautiful figure in front of her, and couldn't help revealing a hint of longing.

Venerable Feng looked at the well-behaved girl in front of him and couldn't help but frowned. He said, "Don't tell me that you are also his disciple."

As soon as these words were spoken, Yao Lao immediately became unhappy.

He said dissatisfiedly, "Hey, Old Man Feng, what do you mean by this? My little disciple is not only very talented, but also devoted to me. How can you give me advice here?"

However, Venerable Feng was rare in ignoring Yao Lao. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the figure of the girl gradually reflected in his mirror-clear eyes, as if he wanted to see through her completely.

"Water-attributed Dou Qi is completely contrary to your Dou Qi properties. You can't teach me anything. You can't make medicine. It's a waste of your alchemy skills. You can't teach me anything."

Hearing this, Hun Ruoruo's expression remained unchanged. She smiled faintly and said, "Senior, you have misunderstood..."

"But none of this really matters." Venerable Feng shook his head. "As a disciple, upon hearing that Master had been insulted, he still sought to use others to conceal his own strength. While there's nothing wrong with this, and it's even perfectly reasonable, it's not what a strong person does."

After saying this, regardless of Yao Lao's changing expression, Feng Zunzun turned around, and his tone became meaningful.

"Girl, although I don't understand what your problem is, this state of mind is not worthy of your current cultivation level."

In an instant, Hun Ruoruo's pupils, which had been as calm as water, suddenly contracted violently.
(End of this chapter)